Who cries first on their wedding night?
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queensthiefThis is quite possibly the greatest fanfic of all time: http://archiveofourown.org/chapters/478457?page=2&show_comments=true&view_full_work=false#comment_111179967
“Every single slight and annoyance from the day came flooding back, from being refused to accompany the hunt to disappointing her brother to Xanthippe’s stupid story to Phresine telling her the truth. Her frustration mounted in her until it could not be choked back any longer, and she ripped the wretched slipper from her foot and threw it across the room.“
Loathylady writes of the moment when young Irene, hurls her slipper across her room and it shatters her favorite amphora of hair oil, and she bursts into tears,… “as if her heart were throwing itself up against the bars of some cage.” …..
This fanfic is practically canon… my gods….
…..
It makes me remember her wedding night. If that hanging statement about being lachrymose wasn’t a direct fanfic prompt to the fandom from MWT, I don’t know what is.
It makes me picture how once they are alone, Eugenides most likely brings up halving the Guard with the best intentions…. and upon the threat of having the walls she has so meticulously built around herself so soon torn down by the husband who is supposed to protect her (and DOES, though she doesn’t know it yet, what she is so desperate for, she doesn’t recognize) and she throws the ink pot at his head and then bursts into tears.... It seems the natural exhaustion point result of all the anger she was harboring in the days and weeks preceding the wedding that were really her expression of tremendous fear. (My own speculation)
And so rage reveals grief. Her anger and her fear, indistinguishable. And, moved by her vulnerability to seeing intensely his own, Eugenides weeps too.
I’d often wondered just why… “She cried.” told by Gen to Dite is so compelling as to produce a change of alliance in Dite, and the knowledge of the fact moves Relius so as well.
“Every single slight and annoyance from the day came flooding back, from being refused to accompany the hunt to disappointing her brother to Xanthippe’s stupid story to Phresine telling her the truth. Her frustration mounted in her until it could not be choked back any longer, and she ripped the wretched slipper from her foot and threw it across the room.“
Loathylady writes of the moment when young Irene, hurls her slipper across her room and it shatters her favorite amphora of hair oil, and she bursts into tears,… “as if her heart were throwing itself up against the bars of some cage.” …..
This fanfic is practically canon… my gods….
…..
It makes me remember her wedding night. If that hanging statement about being lachrymose wasn’t a direct fanfic prompt to the fandom from MWT, I don’t know what is.
It makes me picture how once they are alone, Eugenides most likely brings up halving the Guard with the best intentions…. and upon the threat of having the walls she has so meticulously built around herself so soon torn down by the husband who is supposed to protect her (and DOES, though she doesn’t know it yet, what she is so desperate for, she doesn’t recognize) and she throws the ink pot at his head and then bursts into tears.... It seems the natural exhaustion point result of all the anger she was harboring in the days and weeks preceding the wedding that were really her expression of tremendous fear. (My own speculation)
And so rage reveals grief. Her anger and her fear, indistinguishable. And, moved by her vulnerability to seeing intensely his own, Eugenides weeps too.
I’d often wondered just why… “She cried.” told by Gen to Dite is so compelling as to produce a change of alliance in Dite, and the knowledge of the fact moves Relius so as well.
